violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

four.

"Too slow." You couldn't make out Hisoka's tone of voice as he dodges your quick hits, your hands merely a blur to the visible eye as you try harder and harder to meet your goal - Hit Hisoka. 

In the name of training, of course. 

You become frustrated, gritting your teeth as you speed up your fists, keeping a constant eye out for where he's dodging. There's no method to his madness. 

When frustration gets the best of your motivation, you swing around, hand reaching under your shirt to pull out a blade. You'll know you'll be reprimanded for this - for not following orders, but you don't really care. He was showing off, and you were stronger than what you were demonstrating. 

Hisoka saw through your bluff, letting the knife only grace the side of his neck as he bends backward, waiting until you drop it with frustration before delivering a blowing haymaker to the underside of your jaw, sending you flying into the wilderness. 

As you sit back up, your jaw screaming in pain, you finally let up on your ten. 

You've been defeated, once again. 

It didn't make any sense, you mutter as you press your face into your hands. Only a week ago you were able to hit him. It wasn't very hard, nor did it injure him, but it was something. There's no way you could've gotten this weak in a week. 

"It's funny because I don't remember saying you could use weapons. If I had pulled a card on you, there would be less than a second for you to react, and in a second you'd be dead." 

"You'd never kill me." You don't look up to him, opting to pick grass from the ground. 

"That's not what I asked." Hisoka grabs your face, forcing you to look up - to see what you've lost. "What would happen if, in a real fight, you don't follow directions and pull out a weapon? You'd be disqualified or dead. Then what would I do?" 

"Not everything's about you." You stare him directly in the eyes, not letting yourself succumb to that urge to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You hated when Hisoka hit you - it'd leave bruises and pain for weeks, but he always helped with aftercare. 

His hand tightens a bit around your jaw when he grows frustrated by your words, the residual pain of being flown across the ground blooming hotter than ever. 

"The phase is almost over, start heading back." He speaks cooly before standing up, opting to lean against a tree. He wasn't one to get upset over things unless it involves you. It seemed like everything you did, he took to heart. 

You don't respond, just quickly stand. From his position, he had no thoughts of following you. He had given you two hours to find your way back - it'd be challenging for you, but it was something Hisoka knew you could handle. 

"Poor girl."

Hisoka looks to his left, his lips turning up into a visible smirk. Illumi stepped out from behind a large tree, not in his disguise. Most likely why he's been creeping about mysteriously for the last few hours.

"You've never cared about anyone, why is it that you show worry for a mediocre murderer?" Hisoka walks toward the assassin, bathed in the shadows of the trees.

"I see nothing but a mediocre murderer in front of me."

Hisoka lifts his hand, combing a few fingers through a piece of Illumi's hair. Soft affection - something Hisoka showed whenever he could. He leaned closer to Illumi's ear, lips ghosting over the shell.

"I saw what you did." His voice is scarily deep, but Illumi wasn't frightened. "Or, what you tried to do." Hisoka hums once before stepping back, not forgetting a small kiss to Illumi's ear.